Through the laws of Kabbalah, each of the 150 psalms were given what the ancients called a "Wonder of God." So, to obtain a grace from the Lord, it was not enough to sing the psalm indicated, it was also necessary to perform a "plus" that allowed to be in adequacy with the Lord ...

The oldest Psalms have 3 000 years! King David, singing and dancing for God, is considered their father. Prayer of the believing Jew, as was the case of Jesus himself, the Psalms express all the human feelings of man before God, they are a prayer of praise and supplication. And since then, there is not a single moment when, somewhere in the world, a Psalm is raised to God. And thus, for centuries and centuries, these incessant praises and miraculous supplications have been realized.

"O LORD, I call on you, come hurry to me! Give ear to my voice, when I call on you. May my prayer be before your face like incense "(Ps 141: 1-2). Since those early times, men have sought to enter into communication with God. The Psalms are therefore part of these means.

In time, codifications and methods of recitation were instituted. For example at present, the Universal Catholic Church uses in the liturgy 147 psalms on the 150 of the biblical book. Thus, at each office, the psalms are the body of the prayer of the Church, the raw material of the Liturgy of the Hours.

But leave that aside to look at how early Christians used these psalms with wonderful powers. This way, much less conventional than the Liturgy of the Hours, is strongly inspired by the Jewish tradition which itself is much more inclined to rites and rituals. Through the laws of Kabbalah, each of the 150 psalms were given what the elders called a "Wonder of God." Thus, to obtain a grace from the Lord, it was not enough to sing the psalm indicated, it was also necessary to perform a "plus" that allowed to be in adequacy with the Lord.

Psalm 104: not to deviate from the right path

Give yourself this prayer of trust in the Lord and he will know how to reward you! It is the ideal Psalm when one lacks Faith or to obtain a grace that seems difficult.

How to use this psalm?

My soul, bless the Lord!
O Lord, my God, you are infinitely great!
You are clothed with brilliance and magnificence!

He wraps himself in light like a cloak;
He extends the heavens like a pavilion.

He forms with the waters the summit of his dwelling;
He takes the clouds for his chariot,
He walks on the wings of the wind.

He makes winds his messengers,
Flames of fire his servants.

He established the earth on its foundations,
She will never be shaken.

You covered her with the deep as with a garment,
The waters stopped on the mountains;

They fled from your threat,
They rushed to the voice of your thunder.

Mountains have risen, valleys have fallen,
Instead you fixed them.

You have set a limit that the waters must not cross,
So that they don't come back to cover the earth.

He leads the sources in torrents
Which flow between the mountains.

They water all the animals of the fields;
Wild donkeys quench their thirst.

The birds of the sky live on their edges,
And make their voices ring among the branches.

From his high dwelling he waters the mountains;
The earth is satiated with the fruit of your works.

He makes the grass germinate for the cattle,
And plants for human needs,
In order for the earth to produce food,

The wine that rejoices the heart of man,
And make her face shine more than oil,
And the bread which sustains the heart of man.

The trees of the Lord are satisfied,
The cedars of Lebanon, which he planted.

This is where the birds make their nests;
The stork has its home in the cypresses,

The high mountains are for wild goats,
The rocks serve as a retreat for the damans.

He made the moon to mark the times;
The sun knows when to go to bed.

You bring darkness, and it is night:
Then all the animals of the forests are moving;

Lion cubs roar after the prey,
And ask God for their food.

The sun rises: they withdraw,
And lie down in their dens.

The man goes out to go to his work,
And at his work, until the evening.

How many are your works, O LORD!
You have done them all wisely.
The earth is filled with your goods.

Here is the great and vast sea:
There move without number
Small and big animals;

There are the ships,
And this leviathan that you formed to play in the waves.

All these animals are hoping in you,
For you to give them food in due time.

You give it to them, and they collect it;
You open your hand, and they are full of goods.

You hide your face: they are trembling;
You take away their breath: they expire,
And return to their dust.

You send your breath: they are created,
And you renew the face of the earth.

May the glory of the Lord endure forever!
May the Lord rejoice in his works!

He looks at the earth, and she trembles;
He touches the mountains, and they are smoking.

I will sing about the Lord as long as I live,
I will celebrate my God as long as I exist.

May my words please him!
I want to rejoice in the Lord.

Sinners disappear from the earth,
And let the wicked be no more!
My soul, bless the Lord! Praise the Lord!